1 Fallen Star [Video]
-nd here's your Guide, which lets you use the- would someone please hold him?!
[Lucky you; there's another fun scuffle at the arrivals desk this week. At the request, another alien clerk hurries over to try and grab at a large cream colored dog, who looks like he's torn between bolting or staying and barking his head off. This moment of indecision allows the alien to get hold of the dog's collar, pulling him up short.
There's a sharp yelp from the dog, who looks frantic. He was already worn out, more exhausted than he'd ever been in his life, and now he was in a strange place surrounded by odd, monstrous creatures- and furthermore, one of them had just shoved a small wriggling fish in his ear. Worst. Day. Ever. He was quite sure he was being killed.]
Hey there...good doggy...n-nice doggy...
[The clerk looks a bit concerned as the animal struggles fiercely against his grip. The dog opens his mouth and- although he doesn't quite realize it- begins to speak.]
No! Where are the others? What is this place? Let go of me! I need to speak with the Master! I ran with his hounds, I did what was asked, now let...go!
[He gives one good twist, yanking his collar free- and accidentally hitting the edge of the desk, scattering the massive stack of paperwork perched there in every direction. The alien behind the desk throws up their hands in frustration.]
Fine! Have it your way, you mutt! Just get him out of here- and someone clean this up!
[The guide is then unceremoniously shoved in Sirius's jaws, so you get a nice dim view of the inside of his mouth while the hurried clacking of feet against tile indicates that he is obligingly getting the hell out of there.]
[ooc: Grey font are the poor, overworked aliens. What did they expect? It's not like he could have filled out the forms anyway. XD]
[Lucky you; there's another fun scuffle at the arrivals desk this week. At the request, another alien clerk hurries over to try and grab at a large cream colored dog, who looks like he's torn between bolting or staying and barking his head off. This moment of indecision allows the alien to get hold of the dog's collar, pulling him up short.
There's a sharp yelp from the dog, who looks frantic. He was already worn out, more exhausted than he'd ever been in his life, and now he was in a strange place surrounded by odd, monstrous creatures- and furthermore, one of them had just shoved a small wriggling fish in his ear. Worst. Day. Ever. He was quite sure he was being killed.]
Hey there...good doggy...n-nice doggy...
[The clerk looks a bit concerned as the animal struggles fiercely against his grip. The dog opens his mouth and- although he doesn't quite realize it- begins to speak.]
No! Where are the others? What is this place? Let go of me! I need to speak with the Master! I ran with his hounds, I did what was asked, now let...go!
[He gives one good twist, yanking his collar free- and accidentally hitting the edge of the desk, scattering the massive stack of paperwork perched there in every direction. The alien behind the desk throws up their hands in frustration.]
Fine! Have it your way, you mutt! Just get him out of here- and someone clean this up!
[The guide is then unceremoniously shoved in Sirius's jaws, so you get a nice dim view of the inside of his mouth while the hurried clacking of feet against tile indicates that he is obligingly getting the hell out of there.]
[ooc: Grey font are the poor, overworked aliens. What did they expect? It's not like he could have filled out the forms anyway. XD]